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Updated: May 31, 2025
Question and answer passed swiftly and quietly back and forth between Dixon, Jameson, Hill and Tharon. In a few pregnant moments she knew what had happened in Corvan they knew the secret of False Ridge and the Cup o' God. "An' now these strangers from below they ben a-actin' awful queer, ain't a-feared o' nothin' an' they ben goin' all over like a couple o' hounds.
As he had anticipated, she came to the door to look upon the budding world, and for another moment he watched her with a strange expression. Then he swung forward and let the spurs rattle. Tharon flashed to face him like a startled animal. "Hello, Tharon," he said and smiled. The girl stared at him with quick insolence. "Howdy," she said coldly.
And they were, a grim, silent group of men, determined, watchful, bent on the second step of the program to which they had pledged themselves that night at Last's Holding. Tharon was there, too, and with her Bent Smith on Golden. It was a goodly number who left their horses in charge of Hill and Dixon at the blind mouth and entered the long black cut.
Who am I to halt the Starry Dancers, or bar your wayward trail when Tharon himself has hidden you, and the Little People carry to you 'winged moccasins for flying feet as light and swift! For truly I begin to think it has been long since woven in the silvery and eternal wampum belt after belt, string twisted around string that you shall go to Catharines-town unscathed.
"Dixon Dement," called Tharon rising in her stirrups, "when we get to work you pick out as near as you can, cattle that look like yours, an' th' same amount not a head more." Then they swung forward at a run and swept down along the left flank of the herd. Here a rider raised his arm and fired point blank at the leaders. One-two-three his six-gun counted.
He's there alive or " a half sob clutched at her voice "or dead. But he's there." "There'll be some one with him if he's alive, most likely." "Sure," said Tharon briefly. All the afternoon they traveled, sometimes touching with outstretched hands the faces on either side of them, again walking upward through majestic halls, solemn and beautiful.
There was no sound except a night bird calling from the highest pine-tip. Carefully the men dismounted. "You stay up, Tharon, dear," the foreman said quietly, "until we look around." But to save her life the girl could not. What was this trembling that seized her limbs? Why did the stars, come out on the purple sky, shift so strangely to her eyes?
Billy laughed in spite of himself, and the romantic ache was shattered. "For the love of Pete!" he complained, "don't you ever forget that? You know I've never et an ounce of Anita's puddin's since. No, I think," he finished judiciously as he mounted Golden, "that I've caught somethin', Tharon caught somethin' from that feller of th' red-beet badge.
Tharon slipped off her daddy's belt and stretched her slim young form in the hollow, which fitted it like a cradle. Not for nothing had Billy slept out many a night with nothing save the earth and stars for bed and blanket. The hollow was craftily deepened at hip and shoulder, making a restful couch. As she settled herself therein he lapped the loose half of the blanket over her and tucked it in.
Jim an' Bill knows the rattlesnake can't cross this thorny corral. "He don't look it none, but from the way he plays his hand, I takes it a rattlesnake is sensitive an' easy hurt onder the chin. "An' it's plain to me an' Peets them Road Runners is aware of said weaknesses of rattlesnakes, an' is bankin' their play tharon.
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